Fiber glass looks like cotton candy;

Soft

Sweet

Safe

When you grab some, it hurts, and you’re not quite sure why

Cutting

Digging

Stinging

You ignore it, I mean, it’s not THAT bad. Everyone loves it, so should you

It kisses your lips, making them crack and bleed

“I just have to taste it. Then I’ll understand what people mean.”

It’s in your mouth, down your throat

Slicing

Ripping

Scratching

You can’t speak.

You can’t breathe.

You sit in silence, wondering through the ruins,

“How could they do this to me?”

And you don’t quite know

How you’re supposed to heal.